November fifteen is my birthday I told Mrs. Clough The children were dying today in my country It was really tough I feel for them because they are my people Who have been killed by evil They don't live to have another birthday Oh why Oh Why They have to die They are like stars that vanished from the sky Nobody cared to hear their cry I pray I pray For evil to end and peace to come And all the children to be happy and play And this will be my birthday
